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To counteract or neutralize speculation. It is none contractual without specified relation to contextual beliefs portrayed in an exemplified way without forced practice to attune before one decides to relay messages missed. All while eye openingly blinds or makes seen the disorderly for reasons measured knowingly in amounts which amount to nothing gained or acquired that required nonsense existing underneath patches forming the entire basis spinning atop A stasis inside of this place is A pace reaching critical rate in time lapsing fazes blitzing stages created out of pages written sometimes spitten free flowingly lib'd adding spice as if rolling dice through an alley of fates own reality which paves paths future and passed A past long ago featured and may be still, yet actively creating! Though, I am not insinuating. So therefor am I? No I am not I am only writing I'm not the creator. This to me is, and what is GLP? Well, its all of them, you, and me. All the way from somebody to the nobody however all inclusive to everybody and even the tomato plants crazy uncles and even more crazy aunts. All the conspiracy theorists the clever boisterous and insidious liars also the truth telling whitewashers atlas the tasty truth tellers you know "all of those the insiders". Lets not forget the theorists of conspirators its wordplay not doubled though I think we might all be just as troubled not troubling for of course to most of us these times are unsettling with groups being made purchased claimed and trashed all on the platform said to be crumbling as many passing thru stumbling and crashing. By Travis. The one who said on here many times I will soon destroy the world "JOKINGLY" and said that the planet had just ben finished being turned into a giant space ship with one elderly Chinese man at the wheel. Folks Grinn, Travvy lee..........................................................​.............................................................​..........................................................

Quoting: Folks Grinn ,Travvy 726900

317 words you rebel you

Thanks for sharing

"My religious belief teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time for my death. I do not concern myself about that, but to be always ready, no matter when it may overtake me. ... That is the way all men should live, and then all would be equally brave." - General Thomas Jonathan "Stonewall" Jackson

To counteract or neutralize speculation. It is none contractual without specified relation to contextual beliefs portrayed in an exemplified way without forced practice to attune before one decides to relay messages missed. All while eye openingly blinds or makes seen the disorderly for reasons measured knowingly in amounts which amount to nothing gained or acquired that required nonsense existing underneath patches forming the entire basis spinning atop A stasis inside of this place is A pace reaching critical rate in time lapsing fazes blitzing stages created out of pages written sometimes spitten free flowingly lib'd adding spice as if rolling dice through an alley of fates own reality which paves paths future and passed A past long ago featured and may be still, yet actively creating! Though, I am not insinuating. So therefor am I? No I am not I am only writing I'm not the creator. This to me is, and what is GLP? Well, its all of them, you, and me. All the way from somebody to the nobody however all inclusive to everybody and even the tomato plants crazy uncles and even more crazy aunts. All the conspiracy theorists the clever boisterous and insidious liars also the truth telling whitewashers atlas the tasty truth tellers you know "all of those the insiders". Lets not forget the theorists of conspirators its wordplay not doubled though I think we might all be just as troubled not troubling for of course to most of us these times are unsettling with groups being made purchased claimed and trashed all on the platform said to be crumbling as many passing thru stumbling and crashing. By Travis. The one who said on here many times I will soon destroy the world "JOKINGLY" and said that the planet had just ben finished being turned into a giant space ship with one elderly Chinese man at the wheel. Folks Grinn, Travvy lee..........................................................​.............................................................​..........................................................

Quoting: Folks Grinn ,Travvy 726900

317 words you rebel you

Thanks for sharing

Quoting: Dr. Acula

lol that's all I had thx for reading its actually part of A page in my book I wrote. have a good one people

I like being an AC, but you inspired me to write this gem. So... Here it goes.

I ain’t ever seen a naked man before. That is until last 4th of July when the old man across the road came running out his house, in the buck, hollering about how he just shot an alien creeping in his kitchen. He has always been a little crazy, and had been known for hanging around in nothing but his skivvies or some old waders.

He liked to sit on his porch, brandishing that Remington 1740, eyeing the middle schoolers as they stepped off the buss. He never did no harm, none. Maybe a little cussing now and then, but he’d shut right up when their parents would make a fuss. He’d stair out his front window for hours waiting for that bus’s yellow tint to peak through the corn. We all just thought he was lonely.

You may ask your self, “What does that have to do with him shooting an alien?” Well it don’t. I just thought it’d give you a better sense of who he was, you see, he was an ornery cuss most the time. Not known for showing signs of trepidation. But that morning, boy I tell you, he squealed like a sally getting poked by a rhino.

I looked out just in time to see him haul ass across the road. He was already on my porch when I got to the door, standing there shivering like some shriveled hopped up tweaker. “I just shot a goddamn alien!” he muttered. I yelled to my wife to get him a blanket and we sat and had a cup of coffee while we waited for the police.

The police searched for hours and didn’t find a goddamn thing. Needless to say, he felt a little shamed as he walked back home draped in that old afghan with his head held low. He’s just lonely, is all.

I like being an AC, but you inspired me to write this gem. So... Here it goes.

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 34935931

thanks for sharing :)

"My religious belief teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time for my death. I do not concern myself about that, but to be always ready, no matter when it may overtake me. ... That is the way all men should live, and then all would be equally brave." - General Thomas Jonathan "Stonewall" Jackson

I like being an AC, but you inspired me to write this gem. So... Here it goes.

I ain’t ever seen a naked man before. That is until last 4th of July when the old man across the road came running out his house, in the buck, hollering about how he just shot an alien creeping in his kitchen. He has always been a little crazy, and had been known for hanging around in nothing but his skivvies or some old waders.

He liked to sit on his porch, brandishing that Remington 1740, eyeing the middle schoolers as they stepped off the buss. He never did no harm, none. Maybe a little cussing now and then, but he’d shut right up when their parents would make a fuss. He’d stair out his front window for hours waiting for that bus’s yellow tint to peak through the corn. We all just thought he was lonely.

You may ask your self, “What does that have to do with him shooting an alien?” Well it don’t. I just thought it’d give you a better sense of who he was, you see, he was an ornery cuss most the time. Not known for showing signs of trepidation. But that morning, boy I tell you, he squealed like a sally getting poked by a rhino.

I looked out just in time to see him haul ass across the road. He was already on my porch when I got to the door, standing there shivering like some shriveled hopped up tweaker. “I just shot a goddamn alien!” he muttered. I yelled to my wife to get him a blanket and we sat and had a cup of coffee while we waited for the police.

The police searched for hours and didn’t find a goddamn thing. Needless to say, he felt a little shamed as he walked back home draped in that old afghan with his head held low. He’s just lonely, is all.

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 34935931

what an interestingly odd story! You cant just so easily make stuff like that up . this sounds real as hell and just so damn realistically unusually simply saying it sounds like the beginning of a really good movie you should write a book out of it with the true part of it being the core of the story of course and then just go crazy with the rest of the story using imagination to make the rest to the end I would read that book and watch it if it were made into a movie.

I like being an AC, but you inspired me to write this gem. So... Here it goes.

I ain’t ever seen a naked man before. That is until last 4th of July when the old man across the road came running out his house, in the buck, hollering about how he just shot an alien creeping in his kitchen. He has always been a little crazy, and had been known for hanging around in nothing but his skivvies or some old waders.

He liked to sit on his porch, brandishing that Remington 1740, eyeing the middle schoolers as they stepped off the buss. He never did no harm, none. Maybe a little cussing now and then, but he’d shut right up when their parents would make a fuss. He’d stair out his front window for hours waiting for that bus’s yellow tint to peak through the corn. We all just thought he was lonely.

You may ask your self, “What does that have to do with him shooting an alien?” Well it don’t. I just thought it’d give you a better sense of who he was, you see, he was an ornery cuss most the time. Not known for showing signs of trepidation. But that morning, boy I tell you, he squealed like a sally getting poked by a rhino.

I looked out just in time to see him haul ass across the road. He was already on my porch when I got to the door, standing there shivering like some shriveled hopped up tweaker. “I just shot a goddamn alien!” he muttered. I yelled to my wife to get him a blanket and we sat and had a cup of coffee while we waited for the police.

The police searched for hours and didn’t find a goddamn thing. Needless to say, he felt a little shamed as he walked back home draped in that old afghan with his head held low. He’s just lonely, is all.

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 34935931

what an interestingly odd story! You cant just so easily make stuff like that up . this sounds real as hell and just so damn realistically unusually simply saying it sounds like the beginning of a really good movie you should write a book out of it with the true part of it being the core of the story of course and then just go crazy with the rest of the story using imagination to make the rest to the end I would read that book and watch it if it were made into a movie.

Quoting: Folks 726900

well thanks... I did actually just make it up an hour or so a go. I may be a "ringer" though.

I live in a mental facility (funny farm, cuckoo's nest, booby hatch, you get the idea) in northern Ont. There's nothing to do here but play cards, watch tv or surf the web. One of the homies turned me onto glp before Christmas. About a month ago, nurse ratched thought me and few of the other nutters were spending too much of the center's bandwidth on glp and pulled the plug. Fortunately we have a fellow patient with an iq up in the stratosphere. This guy is so smart that when he looks at you, you feel he's reducing you to a mathematical equation. He tears apart a gameboy and an old "stupid" cell phone and makes us a crude but working internet device. I have no idea how he was able to accomplish this feat and for all intense & purposes, an "impossibility" on the scale of constructing a DSLR camera out of a carpenter's tape. The screen was too small for us all to view so our boy wonder gets the "snatch" (resident thief) to steal nurse ratched's magnifying glass and a compact mirror to make a projection device that pretty much give us the same screen dimensions as a 27" monitor. We could only view the projection at night when all the orderlies were sleeping or watching tv. The device was hidden in an empty soda cracker box with a hole cut out of it for the magnifying glass. For the past 3 weeks now, we've been tuning into glp Via our "cracker boy". A few nights ago we were even able to get onto voice chat. We wanted to checkout "Astromut" but all we heard were people talking about "anal leakage" and all that good stuff.

DON'T BELIEVE A DAMN WORD YOU READ IN THIS POST!

Quoting: TCS

That was awesome, had me drawn right in, couple other goods one before this too.

Spread the word, change the collective conscious......THERE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH OF EVERYTHING TO GO AROUND

When you are undisciplined, the universe is extremely forgiving and when you are disciplined, the universe is extremely generous. Me

One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore. Andre Gide

I like being an AC, but you inspired me to write this gem. So... Here it goes.

I ain’t ever seen a naked man before. That is until last 4th of July when the old man across the road came running out his house, in the buck, hollering about how he just shot an alien creeping in his kitchen. He has always been a little crazy, and had been known for hanging around in nothing but his skivvies or some old waders.

He liked to sit on his porch, brandishing that Remington 1740, eyeing the middle schoolers as they stepped off the buss. He never did no harm, none. Maybe a little cussing now and then, but he’d shut right up when their parents would make a fuss. He’d stair out his front window for hours waiting for that bus’s yellow tint to peak through the corn. We all just thought he was lonely.

You may ask your self, “What does that have to do with him shooting an alien?” Well it don’t. I just thought it’d give you a better sense of who he was, you see, he was an ornery cuss most the time. Not known for showing signs of trepidation. But that morning, boy I tell you, he squealed like a sally getting poked by a rhino.

I looked out just in time to see him haul ass across the road. He was already on my porch when I got to the door, standing there shivering like some shriveled hopped up tweaker. “I just shot a goddamn alien!” he muttered. I yelled to my wife to get him a blanket and we sat and had a cup of coffee while we waited for the police.

The police searched for hours and didn’t find a goddamn thing. Needless to say, he felt a little shamed as he walked back home draped in that old afghan with his head held low. He’s just lonely, is all.

Quoting: Anonymous Coward 34935931

what an interestingly odd story! You cant just so easily make stuff like that up . this sounds real as hell and just so damn realistically unusually simply saying it sounds like the beginning of a really good movie you should write a book out of it with the true part of it being the core of the story of course and then just go crazy with the rest of the story using imagination to make the rest to the end I would read that book and watch it if it were made into a movie.

Quoting: Folks 726900

well thanks... I did actually just make it up an hour or so a go. I may be a "ringer" though.

I will only be on for 2 more hours before I go to bed, so the runner up person that I said I will upgrade will maybe have to wait until tomorrow. Anyway, let me know asap. Thanks.

Quoting: Shoot straight Johnny

well it isnt over until an hour and a half more.

And then the winner wont be announced just yet...

its one of those dragged out things

I appreciate your offer, get ya some rest and tomorrow we'll sort it all out

"My religious belief teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time for my death. I do not concern myself about that, but to be always ready, no matter when it may overtake me. ... That is the way all men should live, and then all would be equally brave." - General Thomas Jonathan "Stonewall" Jackson

"My religious belief teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time for my death. I do not concern myself about that, but to be always ready, no matter when it may overtake me. ... That is the way all men should live, and then all would be equally brave." - General Thomas Jonathan "Stonewall" Jackson

The first time I went to the doctor, he said it was "psychosomatic", that I was making it up! Right, like I would invent an itch that won't go away. I may be paranoid, but I'm not crazy. So I went home and logged into GLP. I found something. A description of a mysterious ailment that was inexplicable and almost alien in nature...

"Morgellons".

I saw my doctor again the following week and told him about Morgellons. He laughed and gave me a prescription for SSRIs!

That was 2 weeks ago. I just got back from an alternative treatment facility in Sweden. The condition is terminal.

"My religious belief teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time for my death. I do not concern myself about that, but to be always ready, no matter when it may overtake me. ... That is the way all men should live, and then all would be equally brave." - General Thomas Jonathan "Stonewall" Jackson

My usual avatar has always been Flatbed. Back in the early 2000's, a consortium of GLP scaries tried to scare the beejesus out of me. Flame, Nightmare and OK were always posting cryptic threads. I could never understand them. So, I guess to pick on my naievete, they got together to scare me senseless. They warned me that I was being remote viewed by some RV'er. They said he was from the dark side and had evil intents towards me. That was enough to keep me off GLP for a good long while. I began to feel eyes on me all around my house, I was afraid they were following me room to room. I hated to go to the bathroom and showering was frightening. Then a thread was posted, "Have you seen Flatbed shower?" Oh my God, this was getting beyond the point of reason. I never knew if I actually believed in Remote Viewing, but this was really getting creepy. I stayed away for about six months.

"The last humans exist in a spaceship. Not just any spaceship, but the sole remaining human construct in a dying universe. The ship, a light speed capable interstellar cargo transport is on the run. Fleeing with 600,000 remaining souls. Fleeing from dissolution, nothingness, the absolute final extinction of all.

Time is meaningless at the speed of light. A decent guess, if they cared to make one, of how long they have been on the move is 10 million time units, or standard earth years. For the first seeming infinity, they debated the cause. Some said the higgs-boson had decayed causing bubble of nothingness to spring forth at the speed of light, returning the universe to the nothingness from which it sprang. Others thought it was the result of the solar system hadron collider unraveling the fabric of space time. The few religious believed it was the supreme beings ultimate wroth with mankind. Eventually, it no longer mattered, they all lived in a state of never ending terror, at the eventual oblivion.

The second seeming infinity was used in endless debate. Debate on how to repair the universe. Debate on how to escape into a different universe, and debate on if they should simply embrace the void. The final solution was an old earth concept of virtual reality. All remaining beings are cycled through the never ending computer simulation. The infinity in an infinity. It was thought experiencing thousands of lifetimes of loss and death would help us accept the nothingness.

The final infinity is our own, you and I, or at least a 599,999 of you and I, inhabit this plane, aboard our ship, fleeing moments ahead of the destructive wave. To keep us entertained, forever, we draw ideas from the last database of free human thought, an ancient website called GLP."